Maybe It's Cold Outside
Sometimes I find myself shaking my fist at the radio and yelling "somebody ought to do something about that!". Then I remember that the "somebody" in question is probably me.
Take this morning for instance. We drew back the curtains to see the rooftops of Inverness caked in snow and the flash of amber lights as snow ploughs and gritters patrolled the streets. My mobile phone beeped as a series of text messages told me that various members of staff were struggling to make it in to work. The roads were bad in Inverness, but the surrounding towns and villages were like ski slopes.
It was time for action. I grabbed my big plastic shovel and cleared the drive, making sure I knocked the snow off the roof of the car in such a way that most of it went down my shirt. Hey, it's not as easy as it sounds.
Feeling like I'd done a Man's Job I made it into the office in time to hear the start of MacAulay & Co. It's produced in Glasgow, in a centrally heated studio. I'm sure they also hand out warm soup and buttered crumpets, but I might be making that up. That's what came to mind when I heard Fred's sidekick, Julia Sutherland say:
"Oh we were hoping for snow, but it's a lovely day here in Glasgow!"
As I say, somebody ought to do something about that. But not me. I have a shirt to dry.
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